213 cm- Perfect Match

Chapter 2: Good Morning

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Have you ever felt so perplexed that you began to assume you had disappeared for a brief moment, only to awaken with no idea how you ended up in a certain place, doing god knows what? Well, Taehyung feels like he's going through that right now.

The last thing he remembered, he was drinking and having dinner with his teammates, and now he's floating on air, upside down— literally— at least that's how it feels like for him as he pathetically hangs on Jeongguk's shoulder, now standing outside his dorm room.

"Sunbae-nim, where's your keys?" Jeongguk asks him, and Taehyung's still too out of it to think properly, so he just replied absentmindedly, "Back pocket, left side," he says, flinching as he felt such huge hands sliding inside the back pocket of his sweatpants, fishing out his room keys; then he heard a click, the lights were turned on, and he's inside his messy dorm room, being placed down on the bed like a doll in a sitting position.

"S-sunbae, should I get you water? O-or maybe you want to wash up? Uhm... Brush your teeth perhaps?" Jeongguk asks again, and Taehyung is still looking down, watching Jeongguk shift his weight awkwardly from one foot to another. 'We bare bears socks? Yeah... I can work with that.' Taehyung thinks, noticing Jeongguk's cute socks.

"Sunbae?" Jeongguk asks again because Taehyung hasn't said anything since they arrived in his dorm room.

"Huh?" Taehyung finally snapped out of his stupor, diverting his eyes from Jeongguk's socks to the latter's face, which, in his opinion, almost reached the ceiling of his room. "Y-yeah? Do I stink? I can take a shower if you don't mind waiting—"

"Sunbae, no! I-I didn't mean it that way— of course you don't smell! You smell like lotion, uhm, lavender, with a bit of barbecue and soju, and cologne— shit— what I'm trying to say is that you smell good..." Jeongguk stutters in panic, scratching the back of his head and turning away from Taehyung, his ears flushed red.

'Fuck, he's really so cute...' Taehyung muses, finding Jeongguk's reaction so endearing that he feels compelled to tease him. "Pfft... Okay, let's just do it then? Wanna help me with these clothes, Jeongguk-ssi?" Taehyung suggests, now sober enough to bat his lashes seductively.

"O-oh... Y-your clothes? D'you want m-me— I mean, me to s-s-strip you?" Jeongguk asks, his voice quivering in panic.

"You don't want to?" Taehyung tries again, leaning back and pressing his palms on the mattress.

From there, Jeongguk remained motionless for like a few more uncomfortable seconds, Taehyung almost believed that he's gonna run out crying, but instead, he cutely puffs his cheeks, huffing out a lungful of air, before he decided to finally look at Taehyung again. "Okay, I got it, sunbae-nim," Jeongguk says, his face so determined that Taehyung had to bite his lower lip, anticipating all the things he wants Jeongguk to do to him—that is, until Taehyung's eyes shift back in between Jeongguk's legs, reminding himself that if he doesn't want to be crippled by tomorrow, he better remind Jeongguk to prep him properly.

"Wait," Taehyung exclaims as Jeongguk reaches for the hem of his shirt.

"Y-yes, sunbae-nim?" Jeongguk asks, tipping his head to the side. 'Oh, god, he's like a puppy!' Taehyung squeals in his mind.

"You should get— umm... You know, the stuff we need? It's in the closet," Taehyung says, brazenly parting his legs and pointing to his closet behind Jeongguk with his toe.

"Oh— okay, sunbae-nim," Jeongguk says, turning towards Taehyung's cabinet, allowing the latter to admire his physique from the back; strong neck, broad shoulders, slim waist, nice curve down to the hips— and god that ass, thighs, and those long damn legs; Taehyung's basically salivating, thinking he might've saved a country in his previous life, for him to have someone this fine.